Flirting With Disaster (Camelot 3)

Caleb crossed his arms. “You’re hung up on him.”

“No,” she said, pressing the button to brew the coffee. “No, I’m really not. I just feel … responsible for him. He’s like this completely clueless creature. He needs a moral compass.”

“You’re going to be Judah Pratt’s moral compass.”

She shrugged. “I shouldn’t, but he needs one. Anyway, I’ll only do it if he apologizes properly and tells me everything, which isn’t going to happen.”

“What if it does? You take the case back?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you consider checking with me and Sean first?”

“Nope.”

“Care to enlighten me why not?”

She reached up and patted Caleb’s scruffy cheek. He hadn’t shaved this morning. He looked good scruffy, but then, her brother looked good just about every way. “Because you do my bidding, and Sean does yours.”

With a sigh, Caleb uncrossed his arms and stuck his hands back in his pockets, and Katie knew they were fine. He’d let her take the case back if she wanted it. “Where do you get those coffee thingies?” he asked. “We’re out of the ones I like.”

“I get them in town. I’ll pick some up.”

“You’re the office manager, not my personal slave.”

“In an office this small, office manager means personal slave. Unless we hire a lackey. Actually, maybe we should get a lackey. And an assistant, too, for when I go back out on another case and impress you so much, you start giving me all kinds of exciting work to do.”

“Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“You only say that because you don’t think we’re ever going to come to it.”

“I think once you make your mind up, Katie, you can accomplish anything you want.”

“What makes you think I haven’t made my mind up yet?”

“I just know you. You haven’t.”

Her cell phone flashed. She reached across the desk to pick it up. Judah had sent her a picture of himself, bare-chested, with windblown long hair. It was at least ten years old and totally cheesy. The message said, “Judah wants you back, baby.”

Katie laughed and typed “U R a hopeless dork.” She dropped her phone back on her desk.

“Ellen said to tell you she set up a fitting appointment for the dresses next week,” Caleb said. “Wednesday, I think? Or maybe Thursday. She sent you an email.”

“I got it. It’s cool. You need me to do anything else to help you guys get ready for the wedding?”

“I think it’s mostly under control. I’ve been trying to figure out the security.”

It sucked that he had to worry about it, but that was the price Caleb paid for falling in love with Jamie Callahan’s sister. Jamie and his girlfriend, Carly, had settled down with their baby in a big house outside of town. They had a gate and a great security system, and mostly the tabloids had lost interest in them after the drama of Isadora’s arrival. But even so, candid shots of Jamie with his new family were worth big bucks, and that meant Caleb had to strategize to keep the wedding private, since Jamie would be there.

“I thought the resort was going to handle it.”

“They are. It should be fine. I don’t think anybody’s even going to know Jamie is in Jamaica, much less crash the wedding. But I’ll feel better if I have some of our guys along.”

Katie’s heart sank. She knew which guys Caleb trusted most.

“Can you ask Sean and Eric to come?” he continued. “Bryce, too, I think. I’ll pay expenses, and it’s basically a free vacation for them as long as we don’t have any trouble.”

“Sure. I’ll call Bryce and Eric up and send Sean an email.”